Talk:Wreck of the Clawkeel/@comment-3135907-20130131223751

Several hundred yards downshore from Penne, a large makeshift raft finally comes to rest on the sandy slope, and several beasts begin to climb off of it. "Whew! I thought we wuz goners fer a second there, muckers," says Dogeye the rat. His fellow crewmembers Liegg, Narby, Skilgutt and Captain Arrig the polecat sit back for a few moments, then begin unloading several crates they recovered from the downed Clawkeel. Liegg wipes his brow with a paw. "I wunner if any otherbeast survived." "I dunno, mate," says Skilgutt the weasel, "but I'll guess we're gonna find out soon enuff."